In which more or less every place we visited somehow ended up being on Fifth Avenue.

Breakfast at Penelope: 99.87% of John’s reason for once again booking a hotel on Lexington.

A return trip to the New York Public Library for a fashion shoot we’d planned in various locations across the city.

Pictures forthcoming! (This isn’t one of them – it’s just John looking casually beautiful.)

Ceiling mural outside the Rose Main Reading Room – which is, itself, closed to the public while its own historic ceiling mural is restored.

Stairwell of the Jill Kupin Rose Gallery – or, as I will always think of it…

…the hallway where Carrie got ditched at her wedding in the first Sex and the City movie.

The DeWitt Wallace Periodical Room, where we tried our best to avoid pissing off everyone using the library for its intended purpose.

Escher vibes.

“The quietness and the proud look of it – nothing very bad could happen to you there. If I could find a real life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then… – then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name!”

I’m glad to see Lightning found a career after Final Fantasy XIII.

Lunch with John’s aunt, Julia, who – as it happens – now lives in New York.

She took us to David Burke at Bloomingdale’s – my first time in either!

St Patrick’s Cathedral on Fifth Avenue.

Attack of the 50 Foot John.

Directly across the road: Rockefeller Centre.

Lee Lawrie’s Art Deco sculpture of the Greek Titan, Atlas.

Walking back to our hotel, we soon became aware that there are virtually no supermarkets in the city (as opposed to the UK where there are approximately three Tescos to every citizen).